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Shemp Drastictown und his yin Venus couple-two-tree saw Beautiful Three Branch Bud beyond chow time. Sam Sara Alpha, Sam Sara Omega, Obliteration.
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Last night, there was a guy in my living room in a guillotine and on fire. In an effort to make him feel comfortable, I let him change the station on the radio. He went for the baseball playoffs. I had to insist on classical music. Moon all crying like something that was just born, weeping and mourning. Another sun, all new and prickly.
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The moon rolled off the sky loafing into the soft water paradise of palm trees and spewing pumpkin spice, smushing the last tiny bubbles of wine that made him happy.
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He emerged from the putrid sludge within the pages that he wrote. He took Sleep for tens of Her years. He looked down at his trousers. He had it out. In church. Dog with bi-lateral lisp says, "Wooth".
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